#Grant 2019

[kwistowee]

#so normal about this JOSEPH QUINN as TOM | MAKE UP (2019)

[oldmon3y]

Lana Del Rey photographed for the Billboard Magazine by Melodie McDaniel on August 8, 2019

[gleesonarchive]

It feels like a Star Wars kind of day!

Here's a behind the scenes blooper reel from 'Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker' (2019) ft. General Hux and Pryde

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

Just an observation, but I find it very interesting that Swifties are both Taylor’s biggest supporters and critics. No one else is picking apart her words and measuring her actions up against a scale of “is this enough or is it not enough?” like we do. She is quite literally damned if she does, damned if she doesn’t with us.

[lithium-poet]

productive that girl night routine ˖° 𓇼 🌊⋆🐚

𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ, 𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒷ℯ𝓁𝓁𝒶

[fairyysoup]

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hi all, i made this ppt (for ppt night), specifically so my friends could learn about jq characters so they could write fics without having to watch every thing he's ever been in ever (a fine goal to be sure). As I too have not personally watched absolutely everything, I did extensive research and looked up detailed summaries of everything here so I could provide an overview, but there may still be errors and I apologize in advance!!

also a shoutout to @mypoisonedvine and @quinnsbower for creating and popularizing a name so good that it has been adopted into the fanon for the character and i included it in my crash course. amazing work besties

edit: I updated the billy knight slide to include more information and to remove a joke I felt was insensitive on that character's slide

[annanicolesmxth]

Rare aesthetic pt2

[pollenallergie]

cassie my love, i need more of this in my life. getting high post-sex w older!tom just seems soooooo <3

So…. it took me an embarrassing amount of months to get back to you on this but um…. here you go… this took a turn??? and then a swift turn back in the other direction???? so um…. horny whiplash warning??? ig????

Tagging @ali-r3n bc she asked me to and also @ghosttownwherenoonegoes because Eri helped me out with a lot of the british specifics (the britifics??) so thank youuuu

Okay, okay, without further ado:

Your First Introduction to Older!Tom’s Post-Sex Ritual

(except I can’t stick to a prompt)

Word Count: 2.1 k

Warnings: Nudity, allusions to sex and also some *ehm* inappropriate touching, reader has boobies and a bajina.

18+ only!! MDNI!! Minors do not read this!!! This is not for you!!!! This is for adults only!!!

“Fuuuuuck,” Tom exhales as he lays on his back, staring up at your bedroom ceiling.

“Fuck,” you agree weakly, still slowly drifting down from cloud nine. Tom chuckles at your response as he sits up and eases out of bed. You smile at the sweet sound of his laughter, though you don’t immediately register the movement; still just a bit too far gone.

When Tom struts past your line of sight, still naked as the day he was born, on his way out of the room, that movement manages to catch your attention finally. You frown, at first, because you were already missing him, and then because you were disappointed in yourself for already missing him. Casual, this is just casual, keep it casual, you remind yourself. Tom doesn’t do the whole dating thing, you know that, so keep things platonic and casual. Don’t scare him off.

Suddenly, you’re pulled out of your internal self-lecture by the sound of a distant, but not distant enough, crash and Tom exclaiming, “shit!”

You sit up as quickly as you’re able to, your whole body still feeling pretty limp and boneless after Tom spent the better half of the evening pulling as many orgasms from you as he could. Once you’re upright, you call out, “Tom? Are you alright?”

“Yeah! Yeah. Shit! Er, yeah, just, erm- hang on,” Tom calls back. You hear more shuffling and clattering from the other room, and then you hear the undeniable creak in the floorboards from Tom’s heavy-footed steps as he approaches the bedroom. Soon enough, he appears in the doorway, still shamelessly nude but now with a joint in hand and a sheepish expression on his face.

“Have you got a lighter or, er, matches or anything like that? I tried looking ‘round for either of ‘em, but erm… Yeah, I couldn’t find anything,” he asks, his cheeks blushing as he carries on.

“Is that what all that crashing was?” You ask amusedly, failing to stifle the grin that curls on your lips.

“Yeah… I erm, I might’ve knocked some of yer shit over,” Tom admits sheepishly.

“Tommy,” you say, your tone a perfect mix of amused, exasperated, disappointed, and scolding.

“But, but!! But I put it all back, and none of it’s broken. Swear on me granda’s grave,” he promises.

You can’t help but roll your eyes fondly at that before chastising him a bit, good-naturedly, of course, “Don’t swear on that poor man’s grave. Knowing you, you probably already put him through enough when he was alive.”

Tom chuckles, “Fair enough,” he concedes before raising up the joint to draw your attention back to it, and then simply asking, “Lighters? Matches?”

“Er, right. Lighters. Kitchen, the counter to the left of the fridge, top drawer, it’s my catch-all drawer, there should be a few lighters in there, take your pick,” you inform him.

Tom grins at your response as he makes his way over to the bed. His grin widens tenfold and becomes much more smug when he notices your gaze flit down toward his cock, which gracelessly flops around with his strides, still limp and spent from your previous activities. When he reaches your side of the bed, he places his hand down on the mattress near your thigh, using it to support his weight as he leans over and plants a kiss on the crown of your head. He holds his lips there for a few moments, softly inhaling the residual scent of your shampoo as he does so, deciding to allow you both to enjoy this moment of peace without even being truly aware that that’s what he’s doing.

When Tom finally breaks away, he leans down to whisper into your ear, “Don’t get any ideas, love,” he warns cheekily, “You and that heavenly little place between your thighs milked my cock dry; don’t think I’ll be able to get it up again anytime soon,” he finishes teasingly before kissing you again, this time pressing his lips against your cheek to punctuate his teasing.

You scoff and stifle a smile as you push him away. Cocky little bastard, you think.

Tom holds his hands up in surrender as he backs away from the bed, joint still clutched between his index and middle finger and a smug grin still on his face.

“Don’t shoot the messenger, baby. It’s yer fault for bein’ greedy,” he teases as he walks off into the other room, still refusing to put on clothes.

God, how are you supposed to keep your feelings in check when he treats you like that? He’s just one of your mates, and yet he treats you better than many of the dickheads you’ve dated in the past ever had, better than some of your mates’ current partners treat them, even.

As if he can sense that you’ve begun to spiral from the other room, Tom calls out to you, effectively pulling you out of your fretting, “Ay, me lover, think I’m gonna light up and make meesen a bacon butty. You want anything while I’m out ‘ere? Water? Bacon butty? Some wine? This Crunchie you’ve got hidden in your cupboard? Actually, wait, nevermind, I call dibs on the Crunchie.”

“Maybe some wa- Hey, wait, Tom, no! Leave that Crunchie alone! I’ve been saving that!”

Of course, you frantically try to get up to rescue your precious candy bar from Tom’s thieving grasp. However, your legs are still a little unsteady, which forces you to walk to the kitchen looking like a newborn giraffe, all while Tom’s grating (read: annoyingly sexy) chuckle fills the space of your flat.

You find him cock out, lit joint pursed between his lips, standing in front of your stove, hands on his hips, heating up a frying pan for his bacon, and, annoyingly, nowhere near your candy stash.

“I haven’t got any bacon, so, it’ll just be a butty, I’m afraid. No use heating up a pan for that,” you grumble as you walk over to the cupboard where you stash your candy. Might as well snag that Crunchie before he can.

At the sound of your voice, Tom turns around and looks at you, bemused, albeit amused as well, and says, “the fuck are you doing out ‘ere on those wobbly li’l legs, Bambi?”

His words come out a bit muffled, thanks to the joint perched between his lips.

“Thought you were gonna steal my Crunchie,” you shrug and admit sheepishly through a mouthful of chocolate and honeycomb. At that, Tom barks out a laugh, which quickly morphs into a cough from accidentally inhaling during said laugh. He promptly removes the joint from between his lips, ashes it in the makeshift ashtray he’s made out of foil, clears his throat, and goes back to smoking.

“Jesus, you’re a strange one, aren’t you,” he remarks fondly, his voice slightly hoarse from coughing, as he begins to gather the ingredients for his sandwich.

“I’m very serious about my Crunchies,” you reply, half-jokingly.

Tom chuckles as he rifles through your fridge.

“Yeah, I’m well aware of that now,” he replies, pausing to inhale before continuing to speak on his exhale, “Sit down at the table then, yeah? I’ll get you some water and make us some toasties if that sounds alright?”

“Y-yeah, yeah, okay,” you agree awkwardly as you sit down nearby at your kitchen table, watching him as he works on preparing the food.

Soon enough, he comes over to you with a glass of water and that same cheeky smile.

God, that smile will get you in so much trouble someday, won’t it?

“What’s that grin for?” You ask as he sets down the water, though you can’t help but reciprocate it with a smile of your own.

He shrugs before leaning over to press his lips against yours, moaning into the kiss when you needily take the initiative to deepen it, parting your lips eagerly for him. Far too soon for your liking, though, he’s breaking the kiss, pulling away just slightly to look into your eyes with his lovely brown ones.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have really, really great tits?” Tom asks, his voice low, sultry, and serious, but you can see the mischief swimming in his gaze.

You roll your eyes and scoff at his question, leaning back in your seat, though anyone could see the amused smile you fail to keep from tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“Yeah, you have like a million times since we started hooking up,” you reply with a chuckle.

“What can I say? I’m a man of honesty,” Tom teases, making you huff out a laugh; he smiles at the sound of it before holding up the joint in your line of sight and asking, “Do you want to take a few tokes ‘a this while I finish up our sandwiches?”

You nod and purse your lips, and, as if it were already second nature to him, Tom slots the joint between your lips.

Instead of immediately going off to work on the food, he sticks around to watch you take your first few puffs, still leaning down so he’s just about at eye level with you, his hands boxing you in on either side, one palm pressed onto the tabletop and the other holding onto the back of your chair. Meanwhile, you sit diagonally in your seat, facing him and maintaining eye contact as you smoke. The haze of your high slowly but surely begins to set in, lowering your eyelids to a relaxed level and easing your posture. Between your new relaxed state, the sex hair you’re sporting, the fact that you smell like you’ve just got done having sex, the fact that you’re completely naked right now, and the fact that you’re, well, you, Tom thinks you might be one of the prettiest things he’s ever fucking seen in his whole life.

But he mustn’t forget about the toasties!

So, he plants one last kiss on your cheek because, hey, he fucking feels like it. Then, he surprises you by kneeling in front of you to say goodbye to ‘his girls’ (your tits).

“I’ll see you ladies in a minute, yeah? Be good while I’m gone, try not to miss me too much,” he whispers to them, making you giggle.

“Tom, you’re so fucking wei-” That (affectionate) jab immediately dies on your tongue the moment he leans forward and wraps his lips around one of your nipples, engulfing it in the warm, wet heat of his mouth and applying just enough pressure to make a heated, buzzing sensation spread beneath your skin as he sucks on it. Then, just as you feel that pleasant sensation spread down through your core, Tom’s pulling away, but only so he can give your other, neglected nipple the same attention.

Small mewls and moans spill out from between your parted lips as the long forgotten joint, still clutched between your fingers, hovers over your table, where the ashes fall from it carelessly, sure to leave a mark. Once Tom’s had his fill, he places a final kiss to the center of your chest before pulling away completely and leaving to go finish preparing your sandwiches, waltzing back over to the stove as if he hadn’t just done, well, that.

“Tom… what the fuck was that?” You ask breathlessly. Still too bewildered to notice the damage the neglected joint is doing to the surface of your table.

Tom has to stifle a cheeky, mischievous grin as he feigns nonchalance, shrugs, and simply replies, “Just giving the ladies a proper goodbye, love. They get nervy when I leave ‘em just out of the blue. You know, separation anxiety, and all that?” Tom tuts, “Poor girls. Think maybe you should start keeping a couple pictures of me in your bra, one in each cup, so they can still see me when I’m not around.”

“Tommy, you’re ridiculous,” you laugh as he dishes up the toasties onto plates and turns off the stovetop.

“Ridiculous…ly fit? I know, baby, but why don’t you finish that glass of water and eat some of that sandwich before you go jumpin’ me bones again, yeah? Gotta stay fed and hydrated,” He teases you as he brings the plates over to the table.

“Oh, and, you’re ashing on yer table, love,” Tom informs you with a kiss on the head as he sets the plates down and goes to grab a wet rag to wipe the table off with, along with the makeshift ashtray.

“Shit!” you exclaim as you lift the joint away from the table. You hand it to him when he gets back, trading it off for the rag so you can wipe up the mess you’ve made whilst he gets everything else sorted.

Tom tuts and shakes his head, feigning disapproval, “that’s the devil’s lettuce, it’ll do that to you.”

“Shut up, Tommifer,” you reply, feigning annoyance all while sporting an amused smile. He chuckles at that, though he also appreciates the fact that you neglected to call him ‘Thomas,’ his full first name, when you very easily could’ve.

“Eat yer toastie, me birdie,” He says as he nudges you teasingly, “sooner you finish it, sooner I can get back between those thighs, yeah?”

[kwistowee]

#sleepyhead JOSEPH QUINN as TOM | MAKE UP (2019)

[tylchristine]

i love watching 2016-2019 youtube

[ryan-waddell11]

NEW CONTENT FROM HOARD!!! I CANT WAIT TO SEE IT.

[sesiondemadrugada]

The Gentlemen (Guy Ritchie, 2019).

[babybluebex]

Would you mind writing for Tom?🥺 Imagine he has been cooking a nice dinner for you all day cause earlier in the morning you had a fight with him over some nonsense (his old wounds because of Ruth surfacing up) and he said something really mean to you and then instantly regretted it but now he’s trying to make it up. Our tommy boy just scared to lose you like he did with Ruth. Some angst ending in smut?🫡

𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and tom get into a fight and, after he says something especially nasty to you, he makes it up to you in the best way. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: tom grant (make up, 2019) x fem!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: fighting, mentions of drug use, accusations of cheating, smut (minors dni): fingering, unprotected sex 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: omg yes, i can see this so clearly, tommy tommy tommy is all that's in my head

"I'm gonna go hang with Jade after work," you said as you pulled your work shirt over your head, the scratchy material getting caught on your ponytail. "She said she got a new strain last night from her dealer and she wants to try it with me."

Once your shirt finally cleared your head, you watched Tom stiffen at his place in front of the sink. For some reason unknown to you, Tom didn't like when you hung out with Jade, but you had no idea why. Jade was cool and funny, she and Tom should have gotten on greatly, but Tom despised whenever you brought her up. You had tried to talk to him about it before, but, alas, no resolution ever came. He just got quiet and pissy, and you typically cancelled your plans with Jade just to keep Tom from giving you the silent treatment for the rest of the day.

But Jade had promised a fun night, and you were determined to have a life outside of Tom. "You're hangin' with Jade?" he asked, wiping the cereal from his mouth with the back of his hand. "Baby, you know I don't like Jade."

"Well, why not?" you asked, putting your hand on your hip. "She's fine—"

"She's a bitch."

"No, she's not," you told him quickly, surprised that he would ever call her— or anyone— that. "What's she ever done to you?"

"I don't wanna talk about it," Tom said firmly, and you frowned. You had never received that answer before, and you tilted your head.

"The fuck's that mean?" you asked. "Has she ever said something to you?"

"No."

"Or done something?"

Tom's twitchy silence was all the answer you needed. "What's she done?" you asked.

"I said I don't wanna talk about it," Tom repeated himself. "Just leave it alone. Just know I don't like her and I don't like you hanging out with her. But whatever, go have fun."

"Well, now I won't, since you're acting like this," you said with a huff. "Just tell me, what's going on? 'Cause I won't go hang out with her if she's done something bad to you. I just wanna know."

"I—" Tom started, and he heavily put his bowl down into the metal sink, hearing the loud clinking of everything rattling together. "I told you, just leave it alone. I just don't like her."

"I want a reason," you said. "What's she done to you to make you not like her?"

"God, just leave it alone," Tom said, rolling his eyes. "Can't you just listen to me when I tell you that I don't like her? I won't stop you from hanging out with her or anything, but I just don't like her."

"I don't want to do anything if it'll make you uncomfortable," you told him. "Tommy, we need to communicate, and—"

"Oh my God," Tom huffed. "More of your couples' therapy bullshit or whatever. Just leave it the fuck alone, won't ya?" His accent was getting thicker by the second, those dark brown eyes of his flashing with anger. "M'getting teasy, just stop."

"Just talk to me!" you exclaimed. "If there's some reason you don't want me hanging with Jade, let me know—"

"No, ya know what?" Tom said. "Go hang out with her. Might as well shag her while you're at it."

That stunned you silent. Tom wasn't exactly the jealous type, but he had never said anything that nasty to you before, and it took your breath away. "Tommy," you said softly.

"No, no, don't give me that," Tom said quickly. "Don't give me those sad eyes, I'm done. You wanna go hang out with Jade, fine by me, but don't pretend like you're being slick. I know you're shagging her, so go have fun with her and just leave me the fuck alone."

"Tom," you gasped. "I can't believe you just said that to me."

"Oh, what, upset you've been caught?" Tom asked, narrowing his eyes. "You're not gonna pull one over on me again, I'm smarter than that."

Your heart broke at his vitriolic anger, and you grabbed your sweater from off the bed. "I'm going to work," you spat. "But we're talking about this later."

"We can talk about this all you want," Tom said. "Doesn't change the fact that you lied to me."

"I didn't lie to you!" you cried. "Jade and I aren't shagging, and it honestly really hurts that you'd think I'd do that to you! Is it because I haven't said I love you yet? Because I do! I'm just scared to tell you because of how much I like you, I'm scared of scaring you off! You— Why're you acting like this? Why do you think I'm sleeping with Jade?"

That seemed to deflate Tom, because his shoulders lowered, and he softened his clenched jaw. "You're not," he said softly, more talking to himself than to you. "I... I'm sorry."

"Yeah, you should be," you said with a sniffle. "I can't believe you. I'm gonna be late to work, but I'm not done with this, I wanna come back to it when I get home. Alright?"

"I'm sorry!" Tom called after you as you left the trailer, and you heard him slam the door shut behind you as you walked away.

Your hands shook as you opened the door to the trailer, waiting for Tom to say something to you. The lights were all off inside, but there was faint music playing that you could hear from outside the trailer door. Tom was home, doing something, and your heart hurt at the thought of the confrontation that was about to happen. You had skipped out of the meeting with Jade to come straight home to figure out what Tom's problem was, and you had been worried all day about what it would end up being. Was he really that unsure of your relationship that he would think that you were sneaking around with someone else? You thought it was obvious how much you adore him, even if you hadn't told him "I love you" yet, but you didn't figure that he needed the exact words. Maybe he did, though.

"Tom?" you called as you opened the door, your voice wavering. The music got louder, some old love song or something, and the smell of food filled your nose. Had Tom cooked dinner? As you stepped further in, you saw your boyfriend standing at the small stovetop, his back to you as he stirred something, and he turned his head when you said his name.

"Alright?" he greeted you, and your head started to spin.

"Yeah," you nodded, sitting down and starting to take off your shoes. "You're making dinner."

"Yeah," Tom said. "I felt awful about this morning. I still do. I can't believe that I'd actually accuse you of that. I just got scared and insecure and... I guess I oughta tell you about Ruth."

"Ruth?" you asked as Tom flipped the knob on the stovetop to turn off the burner, and he came to sit next to you, wiping his sweaty palms on the knees of his jeans. "Who is that?"

"My ex," Tom said. "Umm... We were together for a long time. Since we were kids, really... But she moved here to be with me, but then she got it in her head that I was cheating on her. I don't know how or why, but she did. But, somehow, that turned into her pulling away from me and eventually she... She got with Jade. I don't know how long they were shagging before I found out, and I don't really wanna know. But Ruth left, and then you came, and I... I was always nervous around you, since the first day, because I didn't want to love you and have you leave me, and then you started hanging out with Jade, and I-My jealousy just got... I just assumed that it had happened again."

"Tommy," you whispered, and you grabbed his hands,. "Thank you for telling me, but I... This breaks my heart that you'd think I'd do this. I thought you trusted me more than that, o-or that you knew how much I loved you even if I didn't say it."

"Can you say it now?" Tom asked. His voice was quiet, his eyes cast down at your hands, and he cleared his throat before he added, "Ruth never said it, and I just need to hear it."

You sighed as you lifted your hands up from his to his face, pressing your palms into his cheeks, and you forced him to look up at you. His big eyes were wet, almost brimming with tears, and you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his for a moment before you said, "I love you, Tommy. I really, really love you."

"Yeah?" Tom asked. "Say it again."

"I love you," you said with a smile, and you kissed Tom's mouth again before you moved to kiss the smattering of light freckles on the bridge of his nose. "My handsome... I love you so much."

"I love you too," Tom whispered. "I'm really sorry for saying all that shit, I was just scared that it had happened again, and I—"

"I'm not mad anymore," you told him. "I mean, yeah, I'm still a little hurt, but at least now I know where the insecurity comes from. I... I forgive you, and I love you."

"Good," Tom whispered. "Umm, I made dinner. To say sorry. It's just spaghetti, but, like—"

"I appreciate it," you told him. "You're so sweet. God, I love you." You kissed him again, your arms circling his neck, and Tom took a deep breath through his nose as you kissed you back.

"I can never get tired of hearing you say that," Tom whispered, his hands reaching out and touching your hips, and you shuffled closer and closer until Tom was taking the initiative and hauling you into his lap. His hands smoothed down your ass as he kissed you, letting his nails scrape against the skin that your shorts didn't cover, and he was quick to move his hands around to the front and popping the button of your shorts.

"Tommy," you giggled, breaking the kiss and shyly burying your face in his neck. "What're you doing?"

"Nothing," Tom said with a smile. "Just tryin' to undress you. I wanna make it up to you; I was a huge dick to you and I'm so sorry."

"So you're gonna fuck me?" you laughed. "That's how you're gonna apologize to me? Dinner and sex?"

Tom wriggled his hand into your shorts and under your panties, and he shrugged. "Maybe," he said. His fingers pressed onto your skin, searching for your clit for a moment with the awkward angle, and you gasped softly when his fingers finally found it. He made small circles, slow and lazy with the tip of his middle finger, just enough stimulation to make you squirm, and he whispered, "Yeah? Feel good, baby?"

"Yeah," you whispered. "More, Tommy, more."

"I will, baby," Tom whispered. "I'll give you whatever you want."

"I just need you," you told him. "Please just fuck me, Tommy."

"Shh, have patience," Tom chuckled. "I'll do it at my own speed, pretty girl." His finger continued to play with you, gaining speed and pressure until your thighs were shaking around his waist, and you looked down at him crotch and saw a sizeable bulge in his shorts.

"You're turned on just from touching my clit?" you giggled, smoothing your hands through his short curls, and Tom nodded.

"Seein' you look all happy and pleased," Tom started. "Seein' you turned on turns me on."

"You're so stupid," you smiled and kissed him again, your hips bucking up into his hand. "I love you so much."

Tom groaned softly as his fingers trailed lower to your cunt, and he slotted his middle finger through your slit and collected your wetness on his rough fingertip. "You ready, pretty girl?" he asked, and you nodded, your hands reaching down to try to get into his pants, but Tom stopped you, nudging your hands away with his free hand. "This is about you, honey. Don't you worry about me."

"Alright," you mumbled, and Tom finally pushed his finger inside you. His finger was thick and warm in your cunt, and he instantly started to fuck you on his middle finger, not giving you anytime to adjust to the feeling. "Tom! Fuck!"

"Oh, I know," Tom whispered, kissing your cheek and gently nibbling on your ear. "Tell me how good it feels."

"So good, baby," you whined. "More, gimme another."

His index finger joined his middle, stretching your cunt open and fucking you quickly. Your shorts were still on, and the fabric muffled the noises of your wet slick being fucked in and out of you, but there was no muffling your moans and whimpers. "Fuck," you sobbed, hanging your head and hiding in Tom's neck. "Tommy, c'mon, want your cock."

"Whatever you want, baby," Tom said, and he withdrew his fingers from you. Your mouth watered when you saw your wetness on his fingers, and you grabbed his wrist and brought his fingers to your mouth, tasting yourself on his skin. "Oh, greedy, so greedy... Need my hand to get my cock, though."

"Sorry," you mumbled around his fingers, and he tugged his fingers from between your lips and brought his hand to his shorts. You stood up on shaky legs and stripped off your shorts and panties, and Tom jumped forward and kissed at your hips as he unzipped his own shorts. You pulled off your shirt as well, unclipping your bra and letting it fall, and Tom dragged you back into a messy kiss as he shoved down his shorts past his fat balls. He grabbed your hips and pulled you back into his lap, and he kissed over your tits as you stroked his cock, watching him flex in your hand.

You both moaned as you sank down onto his cock, your sticky velvet walls hugging his cock perfectly, and Tom licked into your mouth as he grabbed you hard and started to fuck his hips up into you. "Wait, baby, wait," you gasped, digging your nails into his shoulder to stop him. "Take off your pants, I just wanna sit here with you."

"Here?" Tom asked. "On the couch? Don't you wanna move to the bed?"

"No," you said. "Just want you here and now."

Tom smiled his best winning grin and quickly shoved off his pants and threw it across the room towards the bedroom, and he whipped his shirt up over his head to be finally skin to skin with you. He dragged you into a tight embrace and kissed you, holding your head in his hands, and you could feel his heavy heartbeat against your chest. "I love you, Tommy," you whispered into your kiss, and Tom smiled. "Please never doubt that again."

"I won't," Tom whispered. "I was stupid to ever doubt you. And to accuse you of cheating. I was just so scared that Jade had taken another one of my girls..." He chuckled lightly and shook his head, and he sighed heavily. "I was just... Stupid. Really stupid."

"Ah, well," you told him. "At least I know you're stupid for me."

"You're so good at making the best out of everything," Tom said with a smile. "I love you."

You finally started to rock your hips down onto Tom, feeling his cock bury up inside you, and your mouth hung open as your hair fell into your face. "Tom, fuck," you mumbled. "Tommy, you feel so good."

"You feel like heaven," Tom whispered. "My sweet girl... Thank you for being with me. Thank you, thank you..."

"No thanks necessary," you told him as his hips bucked up, fucking you deeply. Your own desperate thrusts were met by him, and your rhythm was found quickly, moving as one unit, hips giving and taking and moving perfectly. You had never felt like this before, Tom had never made you feel like this before— you had had sex before, sure, but nothing as passionate and loving as this. This was lovemaking.

You kissed him, holding him tightly, and you groaned as your walls throbbed around his cock. "Fuck," you mewled, and Tom attacked your neck with kisses as he moaned gently. "Tommy, gimme more."

Silently, Tom fell from inside you, and he picked you up and carried you the short distance to the bed, setting you on your back. He was back inside you in an instant, and the new angle made your back arch and your toes curl. "Tommy!" you whimpered as he started to properly fuck you, the bed creaking under the force of his heavy thrusts. He hovered over you and kissed you as he fucked you, his cock sliding deliciously inside you and fucking into that one spot inside your cunt that made you groan and sob. The knot was tightening inside your stomach, bolts of energy making your thighs twitch and your belly quiver, and you reached down and rubbed at your clit quickly as your cunt throbbed again.

"Yeah, girl," he whispered. "Yeah, baby, squeeze me with that cunt, show me how good I fuck you."

"I'm gonna cum," you whined, scratching your nails down his shoulder. "Tom, I'm gonna cum!" Your hand went quicker on your clit, urging yourself closer and closer to the edge, and Tom groaned in your neck as his cock flexed inside you.

"Me too, baby," Tom panted breathlessly, pistoning his hips to shove his cock deep in you, and you threw your head back as you cried out at the hot pleasure that flooded your body. Your legs were shaking as you squeezed him around his hips, pressing your heels into his tight asscheeks to urge him deeper. "Yes, baby, fuck yes."

"Tommy," you groaned as he licked up your neck, collecting the sweat that dotted your skin. "Tommy, fuck!"

"Cum for me," Tom whispered, and he grabbed hard at your hips, surely leaving red marks in his wake. "C'mon, baby, cum all over my dick."

You hardly had to wait to fulfill Tom's wish, because, just as he was touching his hand to yours to aid you in rubbing your clit, the knot inside your belly snapped, and you all but screamed as you came hard, your hips twitching and bucking as your breath left your chest. Your vision went white for just a moment, and you grabbed hard at Tom's neck to drag him into a messy, open-mouthed kiss. "Fuck," he whispered against your mouth, and he quickly drew himself out of you to cum all over your tummy.

His thick cum covered your belly, and his red chest heaved as he panted. His pink lips were hung open as he looked down at you, and a withered smile spread across his face. "My pretty girl," he gasped, and he fell down beside you with a sigh. "Are you happy?"

"Yes," you told him. Your heart was still racing, and you turned onto your side to place your head on his chest. "Very happy indeed, Tommy."

"Good," Tom laughed. "'Cause I think dinner's ready."

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imagine going out for date night with tom grant… but he cant wait until he gets you home, so he pulls the car over to fill you up. better sit still on the way back so you don't spill any of his dessert.

Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnng 😩

He a horny little slut.

"C'mere, love," Tom whispers hotly against your kiss-swollen lips, his hands already tugging you across the center console and into his lap.

"What're you up to, Tommy?" You chuckle and crawl over the console. The small car was awkward and cramped, making you both snort in a fit of lustful giggles as you fought with the strap of Tom's seatbelt.

"Just want my girl, that a crime?" He mumbles as you finally settle into place, his lips attacking yours once more before you can tell him that public indecency was, in fact, a crime. The thought quickly leaves you when you feel his hands massage the flesh of your thighs under your dress, but he's pulling back just as fast as he was on you. "Wait, hang on..."

"Oop!" You exclaim in surprise when he, with some struggle, fully reclines the driver's seat with a triumphant grin, the moonlight from the sky dimly illuminating his (quite unfairly) gorgeous face. You giggle at him, loving the way amusement and love seem to pour out of his big brown eyes.

"There, we go, much better," he groans as he lays nearly horizontal, his hands pulling you down to him, "now, c'mere."

The kiss is a mix of tongue and teeth, smiles and moans, a desperate bid to completely devour each other as gently as humanly possible. The throbbing between your legs grows nearly unbearable each time Tom groans, the deep, throaty sounds that vibrate against your ribcage sends shivers up your spine.

Rolling your hips was second nature, the hardness at the front of Tom's "date night jeans" was too enticing to ignore for too long. The relief you feel from the seam of his trousers pulls a thin moan from you, the sound immediately swallowed by Tom.

"Fuck, don't you sound pretty," he mutters through heaving breaths, lifting his hips to match your pace, his mouth now leaving a trail of sloppy kisses and lovebites along the slope of your neckwhile his hands grope your flesh greedily.

"Tommy," you moan into the dark car and grind into him harder, your hands threading through his hair to massage his scalp the way he likes, the way that makes him needy.

"F-Fuck me, darling, h-haa," he moans when your fingers grip his hair at the nape of his neck in a firm hold. "Need you," he whispers into the skin of your neck, "gonna let me have you, darling? Hm? Please?"

The gentle begging really does it for you, Tom knows it. He loves the way you squirm when he asks for your permission to fuck you, the way your thighs tighten around his waist to try relieve the pressure between them; plus he just loves asking. Consent is sexy.

"Yeah, Tommy, you can have me," you agree almost instantly. Tom groans happily and gives your lips a loving kiss. Absolutely filthy, but still loving.

"Thank you, lovie, thank you," he pants as he works on unbuckling his trousers, his hands undoing the buttons of his jeans as fast as he can. A pleased sigh floats from his lips when his cock is released from the confines of his boxers. You barely get a glimpse of it before he's pulling you closer and draping the fabric of your dress out of his way.

"O-Oh, fuck," you moan when his fingers slide the gusset of your soaked panties to the side, the rough pads of his index and middle finger glide through the wetness that pours from your cunt. The pleasure builds steadily as he caresses you, eyes sliding shut, overcome by the steady waves of euphoria that roll upon you.

"God, you're so wet," Tom muses to himself, his fingers petting the soft, wet petals of your pussy until he dips them into you. His eyes stay fixed on your face, watching in rapture as you bask in the pleasure he gives you. The stretch of his fingers sends your hips into motion, each pump of his thick fingers has you grinding into them. You can hear the moans and praises Tom grunts as you ride his fingers.

"T-Tommy," you whine when his fingers aren't enough, "need more, baby, please."

That's enough for him.

He withdraws his fingers and wastes no time lining himself up with your throbbing entrance. With a harsh grip on your hips, Tom carefully guides you on to him. You listen through the pounding of your heart to the breathy gasps and moans that Tom releases. You both share a satisfied moan when you rest flush on top of him.

"Holy fuck!" Tom cries through gritted teeth as your grip on his hair tightens, the sting at his scalp adding to his pleasure. The soft, tight, heat of you was burning him alive, he was already throbbing uncontrollably inside you. You weren't faring any better than Tom was, the stretch of him was always delicious, leavjng you clawing the muscular shoulder beneath your free hand, the fullness of his length seated completely inside you made you light in the head.

The windows of the car have sufficiently fogged up, the darkness of the secluded street now clouded over from the heat of your bodies. Heavy breaths and fluttering whines fill the small space, Tom waiting patiently until you give him the go-ahead. The gentle rocking of your hips is all the confirmation he needs.

"N-No, no, don't," he says and grips your thighs to keep you from moving. Instead he spreads his legs as much as he can in the small car, finding his footing to drive up into you. His pace is slow, letting you get accustomed to him as best he can before his resolve completely breaks. He only lasts a few more thrusts before he's whimpering with you.

"Tommy! Fuck, feels good," you babble as you kiss the sweaty skin of his jaw. The moment you sink your teeth into the sweet spot below his neck, he was a goner.

"A-Ah, fuck!" He whimpers as his hips falter before speeding up, the car rocking with his now heavy thrusts. Those sturdy arms you love wind around your waist to hold you down, giving him better leverage to fuck you.

"Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Tom!" You cry out as he pounds into you, filthy sclickschlickschlick sounds harmonize your cries.

"M'close, lovie," Tom warns in a strained voice, his face flushed red from exertion. "Rub your clit, baby, rub your clit for me!"

He was desperate, you can tell by the sound of his voice alone, but the throbbing of his dick and the faltering of his rhythm were clear indicators of his rapidly approaching end. Your fingers felt nowhere near as good as his does, but they get the trick done. The added pleasure of your fingers playing with your clit has you fluttering around him, each spasm drawing a whimper from your boyfriend. The pleasure mounting in your core was building more and more, until you couldn't take it anymore.

"F-Fuuuuuuuuuuck!" You exclaim when your high finally broke over you, your legs trembling around Tom's lap. The arch in your back grows, giving Tom the perfect view of your sweaty and gorgeous face, the furrow in your brows, the dazed look in your eyes, the way your mouth hung open wide to let out the most pornographic moan— that was his undoing.

"Jesus f-fucking— fffUUUUCK!" He groans loudly and throws his head back, his eyes rolling back as he finishes inside you. You moan at the hot feeling of his cum filling you, instinctively grinding down into him to help milk him dry. Fluttering whines leave your lover as he basks in the sensitivity, his blunt nails digging into the flesh of your ass.

"Ooooooh fuck," he sighs as you relax into him completely, the car now quiet save your heavy breathing. Lazy hands move across your body, tenderly soothing any aches from his frenzied grip. Loving kisses rain down on your head and shoulder, any place he can reach is given a delicate kiss. You can't help but giggle, he makes you too happy.

"You, ok, pretty girl?" He asks with a blissed out smile, mirroring your own.

"Never been better, Tommy."

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